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~ ROWAN ALDEENAS ~ (row--in) (AL--dee--nEHs) * AGE: 19 * GENDER: Female * COMPANY: Works for Hawke, a known boss across numerous kingdoms, running camps, targeting towns, thefts, heists, assasinations, and even one of the most famous plans in history made all because of Hawke. * APPEREANCE: Dark brown hair reaching down to her mid back, usually pulled into a braid. She has a soft jaw with tanned skin from missions, a large scar running across her face from an old exchange way back when. Moderate brows, with icy blue eyes holding a sea behind them. Her clothing typically consists of a tunic, pants with a belt looped through, holding numerous patches of poison and sheaths for weapons. Always wears a hood outside of camp, tugging it over her head to push her face into shadows. On others, she'll wear a gator, the fabric covering over her mouth and nose, making her somewhat unreckognizable. Curvy with wider hips, 5'5" *
WEAPONS: Two long blades, a sword, numerous small knives sheathed everywhere (boots, belt, shirt, one in her hair.) . Always has a cross bow slung over her shoulder, a pouch of bolts on her hip. Also has a hidden blade on her right wrist, activating it discreetly and taking out targets without anybody realizing. *
PERSONALITY:
Rowan is reserved, and guarded, mainly from being raised that way. She's loyal to Hawke, and would never betray him for anything. Hard to trust, hard to gain her trust. |
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Name: Benjamin Age: 21 Appearance: french, short black low tapper fade, green emerald eyes, slight tan. Tattoos from stomach up to his neck. Personality: flirt, rude, cold, quiet has a war horse. Horse appearance and name: Broken Feather, Feather was a dark blue roan gelding standing at 17hands he was about 6 years old his mane was long, reaching down to his shoulder. He has four socks on each leg reaching up to his knee area. His left eye was blue and right eye was brown with a splash of blue. His face had been scarred up due to past abuse. He has a skull brand right on the right side of his face he has a long white blaze running down from his forehead to the top of his nose. |
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Late night around 1 am, Benjamin sat at a table drowning himself in booze. He had just finished setting his new house up jus a couple of hours ago. Benjamin kept ordering rounds, the bartender eventually speaking "Alright man, that's probably enough. You should get going back to your woman" Benjamin looked up, a small grin tugges on the corners of his mouth. "I don't have a woman, tho one to lay down would be quite the fun" His words slurred together yet Benjamin still chuckled at himself, others finding his joke inappropriate and disrespectful to women. Benjamin leaned back in his chair taking another small sip of his final glass of tequila, he set the glass down scanning the room before getting up. His words slurred together as he cursed in French, he shook his head before stumbling out of the bar. Benjamin smoke a cigar as he walked down the road towards his house, there to greet him was Feather the young gelding stomped towards Benjamin, his tall figure towering over Ben. "Bonjour, I'm headed to bed buddy" his accent creeping through each word as he patted Feather on the shoulder before heading inside. Ben flopped onto the coach as he groaned, his dog Lance trotting up on excitement. "Oh go away you filthy thing" Benjamin pushed Lance away before curling up into a blanket. Outside the crickets chirped it was a peaceful night for most, Benjamins eyes grew heavy as he rolled over onto his side. He grabbed the glass of water that was left on the table, a small ring left on the table as he picked it up. Benjamin took a small sip before the glass suddenly dropped and shattered. Benjamin stared at it cluelessly, he laid his head onto the pillow. The slight sound of the crickets chirping, the wind blowing had Benjamin to sleep in seconds. |
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Rowan had been assigned to kill one of the kingdom's council members, mainly because he had stolen from Hawke not too long ago. She walked simply along the cobblestone road in normal clothing, carrying no weapons besides the blade she had sheathed on her chest hidden under her clothing, looking simply like a wary traveler who needed some shelter. She walked to his porch, knocking on the door before he opened it, shivering slightly to make him feel bad. "Please sir, I've been traveling all day, would you mind if you let me crash here for the night? I'll sleep on the floor, if I have to." The woman pleaded, his eyes running along her figure with a smirk, nodding. "Under one condition," He mused, Rowan nodding. "Okay, i've been asking for hours and have been denied everytime, i'll do anything!" She begged, the man nodding and pulling her inside before showing her to his room. "I think here will work just fine," He noted, slipping the door shut as he approached her, Rowan blocking the door before getting a blade out. His eyes widened, opening his mouth to speak before the blade lodged itself in his skull, the council member crumbling to the ground as the woman pulled the blade out, wiping off the blood before walking out. "What an idiot, really thinking I was gonna sleep with him. . . " She chuckled under her breath, walking along the road, the moonlight illuminating her figure as she noted the horse outside one of the houses. Four socks reaching to his knees, a long blaze running from his forehead to his nose, and a skull brand on the right side of his face. He was pretty, she would say that. "Geez it's cold. . ." She grumbled, wishing she had at least brought a cloak or anything to keep her warm. Rowan still looked like a wary traveler, attempting to keep the look to see just how many houses would let her in, and maybe have some fun with it while she was there. The woman sheathed her blade once more, slipping it into a band along her chest, concealed completely. She glanced over at the house, barely making out the outline of a couch, with somebody on it, to be exact. A clothing line caught her eye, a cloak drying on it, looking warm. Rowan walked towards it, pulling it on simply as she noted the people had horses as well. The woman glanced around, seeing a saddle on the fence, tossing it onto one of the equines, a dapple grey stallion, braids in his mane, his tail short, looked like some sort of draft and was rather tall. She tightened the girth, finding one of the bridles and silently adjusting it to the horse's face. Tossing the reins over his head, she jumped on before walking back onto the road, pulling the hood over her head before kicking the horse into a gallop, taking off towards camp in complete disguise. |
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Benjamin sat up his head looking horrific, he groaned as he stood up a bit unstable. Feather jus outside the window was pacing back and forth, he tossed his head around clearly interested in something. Benjamin walked over to the door deciding it's time for a walk. He carried a dagger in his left pocket in case of any need. Benjamin stepped outside as a cold breeze brought a shiver to him. Feather dug his hind legs into the ground eyeing Benjamin, he tossed his head up flaring his nostrils as if he wanted to come. The gelding trotted around with pride, he tossed his head whinnying at Benjamin. Ben looked over a bit annoyed, "Okay fine, but you better not try anything dumb" he rolled his eyes grabbing a war bridle. Benjamin crawled into the pen gently putting the rope big into Feathers mouth, he used the fence to get on as he was going bareback. Benjamin gently kissed at the horse "Ight, get on" Feather immediately tilted his ears back listening to Ben. He began at a steady walk occasionally shaking his head. Ben watched the people around him as he walked further down the road, a festival was going on. Ben gently pulled on tje reins as Feather came to a stop, he noticed a pretty lady walking , "Hey miss, what festival is this?" His accent strong, he looked at her with his sparkly green eyes. The women stopped and turned, Feathers body towering over hers, "It's Majesty Fiesta, to celebrate our kings and queens" Benjamin grinned a bit, a bit of hunger and desire in his eyes. Feather pushed through the bit as he saw an open field. Benjamin held the reins firm yet gentle "Why thank you, you have a good day" he replied softly before letting Feather continue walking. |
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Rowan continued kicking the horse into a run down the cobblestone street, now lost in some part of town she wasn't familiar with. "Dang it," She muttered under her breath, seeing a horse she reckognized, four socks to it's knees, long mane, black, skull brand, long blaze. The woman stared at them as she passed, analyzing the rider to see who it was. A gruff looking man, seeming like he hadn't slept in weeks, or was hungover, either one. Rowan flicked her gaze back forward, slowing the stallion as she analyzed her surroundings, looking for something, anything, familiar that could lead her back to camp. Running a hand down her face she looked up at the sky, looking to guide herself with constelations before seeing it was a cloudy night, the stars completely hidden. She stood in her stirrups, sitting back down as she found it completely useless. |
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Benjamin hummed a bit as Feather took the lead, each step big and wide. Ben ate some bread he bought from a bakery down the line as they entered the middle of the festival. Lights were bright, music was loud people everywhere. Feathers ears shifted farther back showing discomfort as they headed forward. Jus than a little boy ran up to the two, "Can I pet your horse?!" The young boys eyes filled with joy and excitement. Benjamin looked down, "Uh sure, if you tell me where the bar is" the boy slightly glared, "It's just down there, but you can't take horses" Benjamin nodded a bit, processing the information. He hopped off of Feather letting the boy give him a pat. The little boy ran off to his friends, Ben looked around a bit analyzing the place. "Ight bud go graze" Ben let Feather wander off into the nearby field. Ben of course headed to bar to find some fun. |
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"Hawke is actually going to kill me if I don't get back," She muttered under her breath seeing lights and following, hoping she could find a scout from her camp or at least a map, directions, anything---she was desperate at this point. Barely had Hawke let her on the mission, even though he KNEW she was old enough and trained enough to go, she was sure he just saw her as a daughter which, he really did. All protective and such, poor Hawke, everybody always saying he's terrible, really he's not, just wrong perspectives seen on him. She sighed at the thought, riding into the festival, seeing people ignoring her as they continued on with....whatever they were doing--she wasn't sure whatsoever. -Where can I find the easiest people to get answers from?- She thought, flicking her gaze around before landing on the bar, smirking as she made her way to it. Rowan looked old enough to be there, mainly because of her scar and also how dull her eyes usually were, giving her a older effect, besides, what would a few drinks do anyway? Get rid of the throbbing pain in her side that wouldn't go away? Oh my, so bad. She pushed the door open and walked inside, slipping into a stool at the bar, ordering a round of shots, taking them with no reaction as she slapped a coin on the wood, ordering another. |
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Benjamin looked over noticing the girl, his eyes roamed all around her not sure what to think. He took a small sip of his beer before leaning back into his chair, his gaze kept landing on the girl a bit of curiosity sparking inside him. A small gentle smirk played onto his face as he thought of things, he looked away for a moment finishing his first beer. The bartender already knew Ben would have at least 4-5 so he kept them coming for him. As Benjamin waited for the next round, he turned his chair to face the girl. No words were said, he looked up and down here for a couple of moments before spinning his chair back. The second drink came, Ben grinned a little taking another sip. He watched some of the women in the back as they put of a show for the guys. H didn't pay much attention, he wasn't a creep like that. Tho he may have enjoyed a little bit, he turned his chair back to face the bartender, his eyes a bit heavy from eariler. He groaned a bit before once again leaning back into his chair watching as the bartender handed out drinks. |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
